Splash Bros

[Verse 1: Jim Omerta]
I know I got myself, don’t need nobody else, it’s just me in this switch
Walk with a mask up on my face, it’s niggas tryna get me drenched
You shoot a bullet, I won’t flinch
I’ve been on both sides of that gun
I’m tired of showing these pussy niggas time and time, I ain’t the one
Same niggas that I’m spending on, I slept in beds with
Tryna DOLO jump, I’m steps ahead, gon’ get his head split
Rock out with this K with Dirty K, don’t get your man’s hit
Carti’ on my wrist, I hold it up, don’t need flash, this bitch bling
I be balling in the paint, I’m going hard like I’m Yao Ming
Give him a bullet to his head, you watch him drop, you earn a ring
It’s so much money in my pants
Don’t give no fucks bout’ what they saying
Gon’ put a bag on him and him
I’m stretching bro bro, get his man
She tryna fuck cause I got fans
I’m off these percs, I’m out my body
You can’t tell by how I look, it’s homicide, a nigga try me
Play with my Brodie, then you getting stretched
I’m shooting like Curry, he like Klay
You know we splash bros in this shit
Spinning on they block, it’s DOA

[Verse 2: Dirty K]
Yeah, I’m this fucking bitch with Jim
Sliding out the fucking wraith
Know my niggas, we gon’ go and get that niggas fucking face
We ain’t even waiting, we gon’ slide to-fucking-day
We just tryna drop a nigga, leave a nigga where he fucking lay, ay
Jim, you know where that nigga stay
We gon’ go and get his ass, it’s gon’ be a bad day
We don’t even gotta call a shooter up, we on his ass
We don’t even gotta drop a bag, we go and do him bad
Nigga, don’t make me fucking mad
That’s when I just go and spaz
Hop up in that car, throw up on that motherfucking mask
Looking left and right bitch I’m ducking motherfucking task
And she suck my dick nah I ain’t have to fucking ask
Cause I’m lit, yeah
Bitch just check my wrist, yeah
Bitch just give me kiss, yeah
Bitch don’t throw no fit, no
What’s all of that fussing for?
Fuck you up, up on the floor
I be feeling like that you don’t love me no more

[Verse 3: Jim Omerta]
Yeah, that’s that switch
Niggas mad about they bitch
Don’t come at me boy, check the bitch
One thousand dollars on my pants
I spent three hundred on my shirt
She on my dick, guess imma flirt
I’m pop 3 percs then go to work, yeah
If you can’t tell lil’ bitch, we winning
We dropping bags and we still trending
In SRT’s lil’ bitch we spinning
Do a burnout cause we winning
Pull up, hear a car flooring doing all the dissing
I’m with Dirty K, we ain’t doing no missing
I’m with Dirty K, we ain’t doing no missing

[Outro: Dirty K]
Yeah, that’s my fucking gang nigga
Yeah, nigga I just up this bitch and go and spray, nigga
Yeah, I put that shit up on my chain, nigga
Yeah, I put that shit up on my chain, nigga